As the dhow swirled
On stranger tides
this monsoon’s might
failed to intimidate
conquerors of the coast
turned sons to slaves
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
As the dhow swirled
On stranger tides
this monsoon’s might
failed to intimidate
conquerors of the coast
turned sons to slaves
Poems, Poetry Plus Passion
poetry and some more
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SONYA KASSAM 
There is a story in my family of my forefathers’ emigration from India and how their dhow capsized just before reaching Zanzibar and that they barely survived to make it to the shore having lost all that they owned… Your words brought back this memory!
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Unbelievable! Just recently I heard a story from the music teacher about 4 ladies from one family who swam to the coast when their ship was torpedoed by the Germans on their way to either Zanzibar or Mombasa.
My family also came via Zanzibar.
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Sonya this is a nice poem,thanks.
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:-) thank you Ranu
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Greetings,
Thank you for this post which, for some reason, brought me immediately back to La Ghalib illa Allah.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thanks Robert. What is La Ghalib illa Allah and how did my post remind you of this?
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Hi,
My understanding tells me that it is: “There is no conqueror, except God.” The energy of the words, the swirling, the implied intimidation, and lack of fear, all pointed to this (for me).
All good wishes,
robert
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That is such an interesting view. As always something to learn from you.
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